Inkubus Page #2

NO DOOR OR ANYTHING.

NO FOOTSTEPS.

HE WAS, LIKE,

OUT OF NOWHERE.

[blade slices]

HER HEAD WAS SWINGING

BACK AND FORTH:

LIKE HE GRABBED HER

BY HER HAIR:

AND CHOPPED IT OFF

AT THE SAME TIME.

- WITH WHAT EXACTLY?

- HE HAD SOMETHING,

SOMETHING METAL.

A SWORD MAYBE.

I DON'T KNOW.

HE HAD IT,

AND THEN HE DIDN'T.

EVERYTHING HAPPENED TOO QUICK.

- DID YOU GET A LOOK

AT THE KILLER?

- I COULDN'T SEE

HIS FACE,

JUST SHADOWS.

- SO A DARK, SHADOWY FIGURE?

- YEAH.

- AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?

- HE JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW.

- WHAT FLOOR WERE THEY ON?

- FIFTH.

- FIFTH?

- I KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS,

BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED.

- RIGHT.

[sighs]

WHAT DID YOU DO THEN?

- I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING.

[screams]

THEN I BLACKED OUT.

WHEN I CAME TO,

I WAS AT THE HOSPITAL.

- ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WAN TO CHANGE YOUR STORY

BEFORE WE SUBMIT THE REPORT?

ARE YOU SURE?

'CAUSE WE DUSTED JENNY'S ROOM

FOR PRINTS.

WE LOOKED FOR SIGNS

OF FORCED ENTRY.

AND THERE IS NO EVIDENCE

WHATSOEVER:

THAT SOMEONE ELSE

WAS IN THERE:

OTHER THAN YOU AND HER,

ALL RIGHT?

WE'RE COPS.

WE'VE DONE THIS FOR A WHILE.

I'VE HEARD IT 1,000 TIMES.

WHERE'S HER HEAD, MILES?

- I DON'T KNOW.

HE TOOK IT WITH HIM.

- WHERE'S JENNY'S HEAD?

LAST CHANCE!

- JESUS.

[dramatic music]

- OH, WHOA!

- STOP RIGHT THERE!

- MEAT, RELAX.

CALM DOWN.

TAKE YOUR OTHER HAND

OUT OF YOUR POCKET...

SLOWLY.

- WOULD SOMEONE LIKE

TO RELIEVE ME OF THIS?

IT IS EVIDENCE, CORRECT?

[handcuffs clicking]

- ARMS UP.

- YOU HAVE THE RIGH TO REMAIN SILENT.

- WE'LL SEE WHO REMAINS SILEN AFTER TONIGHT.

HUH, MY PRETTY?

- ANYTHING YOU SAY

MAY BE USED AGAINST YOU

IN A COURT OF LAW.

YOU HAVE THE RIGH TO AN ATTORNEY!

- IF I CANNOT AFFORD

AN ATTORNEY.

ONE WILL BE APPOINTED FOR ME.

DO I UNDERSTAND?

WHY, YES, I DO.

- I CAN'T CUFF HIM.

HE'S GOT SOMETHING

ON HIS WRIST.

- HERE.

ALLOW ME.

[thudding]

- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

- CAREFUL NOW.

YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO, UH...

shing!

PUT YOUR EYE OUT.

- COLE, TAKE THAT.

MUDGE, BAG.

- HELLO, LOVE.

THIS ONE YOURS,

LIEUTENANT?

- HEY, PAL!

HOPE YOU ENJOY:

GROUP SHOWERS:

AND EATING MYSTERY MEA THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

- JUST AS LONG

AS THERE'S NO BONES.

I DON'T LIKE BONES

IN MY MEAT, MEAT.

- ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY,

JUST CALM DOWN.

TECH, WRITE HIM UP.

HAVE A SEAT.

MEAT, PAX, WHY DON'T YOU

TAKE MILES OVER THERE

AND PUT HIM:

IN THE HOLDING CELL?

- WHY?

- 'CAUSE YOU'RE COVERED

IN THE VICTIM'S BLOOD.

THAT'S WHY.

GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

- HE JUST WALKED IN HERE

WITH HER F***ING HEAD!

THIS IS BULLSHIT!

[clattering]

- SO WHY DON'T YOU RELAX?

IT'S GONNA BE A LONG NIGHT.

- INDEED IT IS.

WELL, LET'S GET TO IT THEN,

SHALL WE?

I'D LIKE TO MAKE

MY PHONE CALL.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes